Song: You found me

Chapter 31: Till death do us part

Death will come like a thief in the night

Unexpectedly

Unknowingly

It will come and it will take

It will leave nothing behind

Death is cruel

Death is not kind

It doesn't care about your feelings

It doesn't care about you

It will suck you dry

And leave you to wither

Death will leave you broken

Unfixable

Unattainable

And even if you are not deaths next victim

You might as well be

Because death will leave you lifeless anyway

Cheyenne's POV

I'd be lying if I said funerals were my thing.

They weren't anyone's thing.

But they really, really, really, weren't my thing.

First off I've never been to an actual funeral before. I know you wear black to go with the whole gloomy theme but how do you act? How do you stand, how do you look? Do you cry? Are you heartless if you don't? Are you too emotional if you do?

I put my straightener down and used a black headband to push my hair back. I had on a long sleeved black dress that went to my knees, black pumps, and a long black coat.

I wonder why the weathers always bad for funerals? Is it the earth mourning for another lost?

The funeral procession was scheduled to leave Sebastian's house at ten o' clock exactly. We dropped Ava off at Ms. Perkins because I thought bringing a baby to a funeral wasn't the best idea.

The drive felt long and I picked at a loose thread on my coat. My stomach started churning as the cars filed into the church parking lot. By the time I got out I felt absolutely nauseous. I almost tripped in my heels.

Get it together Cheyenne. You have to be strong. You promised her that.

When we entered the church my parents sat by Sebastian's family. I stood in the back feeling lost until my mom came back and pulled me to sit with them.

I never knew a human could look so emotionless until I saw Sebastian. Whereas Haley was sobbing her eyes out he just stood motionless. I think the most frightening thing about it was how empty his eyes looked.

The priest came forward. "Let us all stand and join the choir to sing Amazing Grace."

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Amazing grace, how sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost, but now I'm found.

'Twas blind, but now I see.

I tried to be strong. But for some reason as everyone was singing the tears started to slip down my face. I couldn't stop it and soon my shoulders were shaking with silent sobs. I couldn't even sing.

There were many hymns but I barely remember any of them. People went up to speak about Lillian and what a wonderful person she'd been. Then it was time to come froward to say goodbye and offer last words. To my horror it was an open casket.

When it was my turn to go up my legs trembled so bad I was afraid I would collapse. Her eyes were closed and she looked peaceful. She wore a simple lilac colored dress with a silver necklace and the earrings her husband had given her for Christmas. A beautifully curled wig rested atop her head.

I stared and stared until someone had to come lead me away.

"Goodbye," I whispered.

Sebastian's POV

There are two types of people at funerals.

The emotional person who can't stop crying and the person who just shuts down.

I was the second.

I wished I could hug my sister and tell her everything would be ok. I wished I could tell Cheyenne to stop crying because I hated to see her cry. I wanted to, but I couldn't, because I just felt so numb.

One minute she's here.

And the next gone.

I wanted to feel something, anything to let me know I was alive, that I was breathing but I just felt absolutely nothing. I was like a robot going through the motions. People spoke but I didn't hear them. People were here but I wasn't seeing them.

Everyone threw lilies onto the casket once it was lowered into the ground and I just watched, not knowing what to do. It felt like someone had taken a remote and hit the pause button on my life.

Josh came up to me. "I'm really sorry for your loss man."

I nodded. I think he was waiting for me to say something but I had nothing to say. So he just patted by back and walked off.

As people offered my family their sincerest condolences I wandered off. I was surprised to see Reese standing by a tombstone with his family, his mother crying heavily. Come to think of it, I'd seen her at the service crying pretty badly over someone she didn't know.

I knew it was disrespectful to watch but I couldn't help it. Reese turned and when he saw me he came over.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey."

I waited for him to say sorry for your loss but he never did.

"Who's that?" I nodded toward the gravestone his mom was standing by.

"My brother."

Wow. This entire time I'd thought he was an only child.

"How'd he die?"

"He was murdered."

I stared at Reese. That was....not what I was expecting to hear.

"Just so you know," Reese turned to me. "The pain never goes away. It just dulls over time. And you learn to live with it."

I processed his words before turning to walk away.

Krystal's POV

I didn't even know Sebastian's mom that well and I still cried at her funeral anyway.

I blame it on pregnancy hormones.

I've only been to one funeral in my life and it was my great grandmothers. I wasn't sad but in fact very happy because she'd left part of her inheritance to me, which I could only get if she was dead. I tried to justified my feelings by using the excuse that I didn't even know her, which wasn't exactly a lie.

I really was a selfish bitch back then.

The only good thing that came out of this day was that my parents had stopped arguing out of respect. I was desperate to see how Cheyenne was doing but after the coffin was buried my dad rushed us home so they could continue the divorce process.

Today has just been very emotional for me so when we got home I locked myself in my room and started crying. My back was starting to hurt from carrying a human being in me and I just wanted to give birth already. It was getting harder and harder to hold in my pee too.

Basically being pregnant sucked.

"Hey what's wrong?" Reese climbed in my window.

"I'm just a hormonal mess," I sniffled. "Can you rub my back for me?"

"I'm not a certified massage therapist," he chuckled shutting the window behind him.

"So?"

"Ok but don't cry if I accidentally break your back."

I lay sideways since I can't lay on my stomach and close my eyes. His hands gently rub and knead my back.

"That feels so good," I mumble.

Then he karate chops my back.

"Hey!"

"Sorry I've just seen massage people do it in the movies and thought I should try it."

"You're fired," I sit up. "Next time I'll just go to a real spa."

"You do that," he yawns and lays down on my bed.

"What are you doing?" I ask my voice rising to a high pitch.

"Sleep with me."

"What!" I squeak.

"Not sex idiot," he says his eyes closed. "I mean actual sleeping."

My heart calms.

"What's wrong with your bed in your house?" I fold my arms.

"Too much crying. My mom hasn't been able to stop and Samantha joined in. She'll just be sitting there and randomly burst into tears. I don't think she's fully processed it yet."

"Oh." I get up to put my do not disturb sign on the front of my door before locking it. Then I crawl back into bed with him, careful to keep my distance.

Soon I fall asleep.

~~~~~

I feel like someone is staring at me. I crack an eye open to discover I'm right. Reese is laying with his head propped in his hand, watching me.

"Do you always watch people sleep?" I asked my voice drowsy.

"Not really. But I like it when you sleep because you're so beautiful yet so unaware of it."

My heart pounds in my chest and a million butterflies flutter in my stomach.

"What time is it?" I mutter. He shrugs. I close my eyes and try to squash the familiar thump of my stupid heart.

The one I only get with him.

I feel him scoot closer and brush a finger against my lips. I flinch.

"Reese I can't-why are you-" I can't even finish my sentence.

"Why am I what?" He asks in a low voice.

Not again not again not again.

I bolt up. I need space, I need to get away from him.

Sadly he grabs my arm before I can escape and pins me down with his stare. I'm scared, no terrified of the things he makes me feel and his hand on my skin feels like a searing burn.

"I have to tell you something," he murmurs. "Will you listen to me?"

I slowly nod and he cups my face in his hand, his thumb brushing against my cheek. My heart is beating like a drum.

"Krystal," he pauses. "I know I've made lots of mistakes.  If there was an award for the most fuck ups I would be the winner, no competition. But one of the biggest mistakes I made was letting you go."

I can't help it. My eyes water.

"Why are you telling me this?" I choke out. "You told me that day- you told me-"

"I know what I said," he interrupts. "I was an idiot Krystal. And I was still struggling with Valentino's death. But now I'm getting better. And today at the funeral it made me realize that life is too short and you should cherish the people in it because one day they could be gone."

I can't stop crying. I'm just unable to believe he's telling me this. How long had I waited to hear those words come out of his mouth?

"I still have feelings for you Krystal. I've always had them. They never left."

A sob escapes my throat and I look down, covering my mouth. This is too much, I can't handle this right now.

He pulls me to his chest and I've never felt more safer than I do now.  Oh who am I kidding. I've always felt safe with him.

How can you not feel safe with the person you're in love with?

I tilt my head to look up at him and he leans down to kiss me. I fist his shirt, wanting to pull him closer but unable to because of my stupid big belly.

His mouth is everywhere, my lips, my cheeks, my nose, my forehead, my neck. He lifts me up on his lap and I wrap my arms around his neck as his lips skim and bite down my collarbone. I nuzzle my face against his. We're breathing each other in, drinking each other up.

The moment is perfect.

Kimora's POV

When we got home from the funeral my parents stopped me from going upstairs.

"Sit," my dad commanded.

I groaned and flopped down on the couch. They sat on the one across from me and he cleared his throat.

"We've let you act out long enough. But your behavior and attitude is getting out of control. That's why your mom and I have signed you up for a troubled teens program."

"What!" I yelled. "I am not troubled!"

He held up his hand. "This is non-negotiable. And if you don't go we have the option of sending you to a correctional facility."

I was outraged. "So basically you're saying if I don't go your going to send me to a jail?!"

"Not jail. Rehab," he corrected me.

"For what?" I laughed. "I don't even do drugs!"

"Do not take me for a fool Kimora. I know what a user looks like."

"I HATE YOU GUYS!" I screamed standing up. There was no way I was going to either.

I'd die first.

~~~~~

The next day at Marcus's place I tell Alicia about the program.

"A troubled teens program?" Alicia blew out smoke. "Doesn't sound fun."

"It's like group therapy or some shit. We all sit around and discuss our feelings. I'm just like, fuck your feelings because I don't give a shit about you!"

"You're meaner than me," she laughed, putting her cigarette out. "I mean, I'm not nice but you're like, on a whole other level."

"Yeah well I used to be a doormat everyone could just walk all over. Now I don't take crap from anyone. If you wanna fight I'll fight."

"Ooooh I'm shaking. Marcus we got ourselves an MMA fighter in the building," Reese strolled inside followed by Marcus.

I rolled my eyes. "Shut the fuck up Reese."

"Fight me."

Alicia stood up and dusted her shorts off. "I don't think I wanna be in here if you guys come to blows."

Marcus sat down on the couch. "Well I for one wanna see this. I call being refree."

Reese cracked his knuckles smirking. "I don't wanna hurt you Kimora."

I rolled my eyes. "Just bring it."

"Alicia make me a bowl of popcorn!" Marcus called to her retreating figure.

"Make it yourself you fat ass!"

"Bitch," he muttered before turning to us. "Okay on my mark. Three, two, one..."

I cracked my neck and shook out my arms.

"FIGHT!"

We circled each other, each like a predator circling their prey before I struck out first aiming for his chest. He dodged it and grabbed my arms pinning them behind my back. I kicked his knee and he faultered, allowing me to free myself and tackle him. I aimed for his face and he moved a second before my fist connected. He used his palm to push me back and wound up, his fist connecting with my stomach, and I flew back, but not before I stuck out my leg and kicked him in the groin. He crumpled to the ground and I clutched my stomach.

"We have a tie!" Marcus raised his hands.

"God Reese your fists are like fucking bricks!" I moaned.

"I could say the same for you feet!" He rolled over on his back. "Did you take karate lessons in another life?" He groaned loudly. "I think you broke my balls!"

"Alicia!" I yelled. She came running in.

"Ok, what the hell happened to you two?"

"Just help me up. I'll take a bottle of Ibuprofen and some ice while your at it."

"Maybe I should've given you a heads up," Marcus scratched the back of his head. "Reese used to take boxing lessons with his brother."

"Oh now you tell me." Alicia lifted my shirt up and winced.

"Yikes. That's definitely gonna bruise."

Great.

Reese's POV

My mom hasn't spoken a word to me in days. Or anyone for that matter. Ever since the funeral she's been locked in her room. I'd think she was dead if not for the occasional trays of food I leave outside her door and come back to find completely clean of all food.

Krystal and I have been keeping our relationship a secret, mainly for two reasons. The number one reason being Josh and how everyone else will react, and two we're really not ready to tell anyone yet. I guess we're still figuring things out.

I snuck over to her house around ten pm and threw stones at her window. She opens it.

"Reese what the hell are you doing?"

"Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair!" I knelt dramatically.

"Shut up you fool and climb!"

When I reached her room I shut the window behind me and faced her grinning.

"Hey you."

"Hey."

She tentatively took a step forward and I pulled her to me in a hug.

"I missed you," she mumbled into my chest.

"I missed you too," I kissed the top of her head. "I've come to take you away."

She looked up at me. "Take me away?"

"Yep. Can you sneak out?"

"My parents are too busy arguing, they probably won't even notice I'm gone."

"Cool. Meet me out front."

I climbed back down and waited in the car for her. She came out a few minutes later in a hoodie and uggs.

"I hope I didn't have to dress up," she said getting in.

"Nope. You're good."

"So what're we doing?" Krystal asked. "And is it legal?"

"Not exactly..." I trailed off.

"Reese..." She gave me a warning look.

"It'll be fun I promise."

"That's what you said last time," she muttered folding her arms.

I drove us to an abandoned building in the outskirts of town and got out. She rolled down the window.

"Is it really safe to be here at this time of night?"

"Just get out the car Krystal."

She flipped me off and stepped out. I popped open the trunk and grabbed the graffiti cans. When she saw them her eyes widened.

"Oh no. Oh hell no."

"Oh yes," I grinned. "Oh hell yes."

"This is illegal."

"Of course it's illegal, that's what makes it so fun!" I shook the cans. "You first."

"But-but- what do I even write? Or rather spray?"

"Anything you want."

"What if we get in trouble?" She bit her lip.

"Yolo right?"

She looked down and I sighed setting the cans aside and taking her face in my hands before kissing her. She relaxed leaning into me.

"We won't get in trouble," I whispered against her lips. "Promise."

"Fine. Can I spray Reese sucks balls?"

I narrowed my eyes at her. "No."

"Aww come on!" She laughed following behind me as I walked over to to a non-tagged part of the building. The gravel crunched loudly beneath us. I handed her the can.

"Spray away."

She stood contemplating for a moment before shaking the can and aiming at the wall. I watched as she wrote in big bold letters MY DAD SUCKS TINY DICKS!!!!!

"Well done," I clapped.

"Thank you, thank you," she bowed with a flourish.

I shook my own can and got to work, my focus solely on the wall. Once I finished I stepped back.

"Wow," Krystal breathed. "You could seriously be a graffiti artist."

I had used the remaining paint to tag VAL with a half eaten peeled orange. I guess this was like my little tribute to him.

"He's probably shaking his head at me right now," I laughed. "Oh well. He shouldn't have taught me how to do graffiti in the first place."

"Yeah he really shouldn't have," Krystal replied dryly.

"Ready to go?" I picked up our evidence.

"Yep. Vamonos!"

"I teach you one word in Spanish and suddenly you think you speak the language."

"Cállate la boca."

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I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Lillian you will be missed💔 R.I.P 🙏

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